Hear me out, if a baby or a small child doesn’t make you smile, laugh, or think “ahhh…” then I believe that you’re a zombie, the sort of person with no heart or brain, just hunger to take all of the fun out of this world. Even if you don’t like kids, (sometimes I don’t, I still have at least one of the three responses listed above) their natural behavior infects us with happiness. Normally, I encounter a baby or a small child on the subway with their parent(s) and most of the subway car pays attention to the baby or the small child because they’re loud, innocent, and baby-like (the word cute is over-used, so I went with a general term that illustrates an appropriate image in your head of a baby or a small child). I worry about New Yorkers especially because their faces appear to be slowly draining of life, until poof; they don’t die yet, that’s a part of life too, but another part is this zombie stage, where we become a moving body without autonomy. Like walking down the street with your focus locked on your phone rather than your direction, then, next thing you know, boom, you ran into me and scuffed my new sneakers and made me drop my ice cream cone from Morgenstern’s. That’s a totally different species of zombie though. So when I see faces that smile, laugh, or think “ahhh…” then I believe that the world is safe still, and the zombie apocalypse won’t come yet.